The Immortal Emperor of Zhanmo County who entered the Tao through killing was a man who used swords, so people in the army often used swords and were proud of their use.
A hundred-foot-tall one-eyed leader stood in mid-air and taught the 300,000 people below him how to use a broadsword.
These 300,000 people are not the entire army of Demon Slayer County.
Zhanmo County is said to have tens of millions of troops stationed there, and this is just one of dozens of military camps.
Dozens of military camps are lined up at the junction, but because they are so far apart, it is almost impossible to see each other.
The long sword, which was about seventy or eighty feet long, gleamed with cold light and slashed suddenly in the morning mist.
Nearly 300,000 people below shouted in agreement, the momentum was overwhelming, and they also swung their swords violently.
An Qingli didn't have a knife in his hand, and he was still lame and injured, so he could only use his hand to make a knife and chop with a decent shout.
There were also a group of injured people around her, some gritting their teeth and brandishing a big knife.
However, the sword was heavy and the hand was shaking, making the swing extremely ugly.
The momentum in the entire training ground was astonishing, except where An Qingli was standing, swaying around and looking embarrassing.
After half an hour of morning exercise, the nearly 300,000 people dispersed and prepared for breakfast.
When there is no war, breakfast time is more pleasant and you can chat and laugh a little.
If there is a war, even if food enters the mouth, it must be spit out or swallowed immediately and rush to the assembly area.
In the barracks, you only eat the morning meal every day. If you miss it, you will be hungry all day long.
An Qingli followed the wounded and returned to the camp where he was seriously injured.
Meals for the seriously injured camp were delivered individually by dedicated personnel.
An Qingli was lame and could not walk very fast. When she returned to the severely injured camp, there was only a large wooden barrel that had been emptied, standing alone at the entrance of the camp.
"this……"
An Qingli's face showed a bit of disappointment and sadness. Although there was a mustard space, she had no worries about eating and drinking for thousands of years.
The old cook looked at An Qingli casually, waved the big rice spoon in his hand, and comforted him casually: "Hurry up next time, everyone here is reincarnated as a starving ghost. No matter how serious the injury is, there will be no delay in eating."
People around him were eating rice buns and laughing mercilessly at the sallow-looking An Qingli.
An Qingli nodded in a muffled voice, holding his hungry stomach, and went to meditate next to him, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.
It was the same on the second day.
The lame An Qingli still walked behind everyone and still couldn't eat.
Fortunately, he has the foundation of an immortal in the upper world. If he doesn't eat for a few days, he won't starve to death. At most, he will feel a little dizzy.
On the third day, An Qingli simply did not leave the camp where he was seriously injured, waiting for breakfast.
However, someone reported her that she was walking fast and her injuries were almost healed, so she was not suitable to stay in the serious injury camp.
Sure enough, another general came over and took An Qingli to the lightly injured camp.
An Qingli was destined to miss the breakfast in this military camp, so he had to secretly swallow the grain-proofing elixir he had made.
If the elixir is enough, if you don't eat or drink for ten and a half days, there will be no big problem.
In the camp with minor injuries, the hostility is more serious.
As soon as An Qingli went there, he had to be disciplined.
"Call Big Brother." A scarred face of an immortal, holding his strong arms, stood at the door of the tent, blocking An Qingli's way.
An Qingli covered his mouth, coughed several times, and said in a hoarse voice: "Big...brother."
"Eh!"
Everyone backed away in disgust, took one look at An Qingli, who was sallow and thin, and then looked at her stooped look covering her mouth while coughing, and their expressions changed accordingly.
"Go, go, go!" The little brother with the big brother waved his hands in disgust, "Get behind the tent!"
"Thank you... thank you brother." An Qingli coughed and walked around to the back of the tent.
At night, it was extremely cold.
An Qingli, who was excluded, was happy to be alone, sitting cross-legged behind the tent, secretly running the real fire in his body to keep out the cold.
"Why don't we start a war?"
In the mustard space, the little Pegasus was a little impatient.
If you start a war with the demons as early as possible, you can leave here naturally, be sent to the front line, join the demons' team, and go to the demons' territory.
However, the Blood Demon Kingdom is also vast, and it would be difficult to find Mu Sheng in such a large Demon Kingdom territory.
Day after day.
Finally, in the middle of the night, the urgent trumpet sound finally sounded.
Someone raised his knife angrily and said, "The demons are here to cause trouble again, robbing people and turf!"
An Qingli quickly got up, followed those people, and hurriedly boarded a warship.
There is more than one warship, each one is like a hill, hovering in mid-air.
An Qingli pushed his feet hard and jumped three meters to get on the boat.
There was already a dense crowd of people inside, standing neatly and not making any comments.
The quiet air was full of depression.
The cabin door was closed, and with an order, the warships moved forward quickly.
A black demon-binding bracelet was handed to An Qingli.
An Qingli reached out to take it, and like the others, put the bracelet on his right wrist.
This demon-suppressing bracelet is a fairy weapon that can record the number of demons killed by soldiers and generals.
Those who kill more demons will be rewarded and promoted.
And all the official positions in the military camp were arranged based on the number of demons killed, so the soldiers and generals below and the people above them were very convinced.
The captain on the ship was full of evil spirits and lectured in a deep voice: "When you get to the battlefield later, beat me to death! If you come back empty-handed, I will twist your heads off!"
"Yes!" Everyone in the cabin answered loudly and boldly, "I will never return it empty-handed!"
The warship moved forward and arrived at the battlefield at full speed.
The cabin door opened, and the people inside jumped to the ground with knives and guns in hand, shouting.
This is a massive melee.
There is no need to pay attention to any formation rules. Anyway, as long as it is not one of your own, just start slashing and killing.
The battlefield was brutal.
The corpses of the demons and humans had fallen to pieces.
The military camp where An Qingli was located came as reinforcements.
The demons also have reinforcements and are rapidly arriving.
As soon as An Qingli jumped out of the cabin, countless cold arrows from the demons shot towards him like locusts.
Dozens of people jumped together with An Qingli.
And among the dozens of people, half were hit by the cold arrows of the demons before they even landed.
Bingfeng took a closer look, and in the darkness, there was actually a demon from the real demon realm, commanding the firing of arrows.
An Qingli was also in mid-air, and Leng Jian had already arrived.
This arrow is extremely fast, and the arrow is blessed with runes. The demons also have rune masters from the demons.
An Qingli's eyes darkened, he held his hand, summoned the Ruyi Red Flame Sword, and slashed with his backhand.
The arrow was immediately chopped into two pieces. An Qingli relied on the space technique to disappear in an instant and fell smoothly to the ground.
"Um?"
The demon leader noticed An Qingli and didn't expect that among the group of human ants, there was another one who stood out.
"Kill him!" The demon leader looked at An Qingli and patted one of his men on the shoulder.
"Yes, Master Mo Mao!" The subordinate responded flattered, his dark face trembled, and he opened the third eye on his forehead.